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Featured Character: Adrian Lim
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The rule was simple.
Whoever finished the last siomai had to buy the next meal.
He always followed the rule.
Until today.
Today he pushed the last piece onto her plate.
And smiled.
He wasn’t loud.
He wasn’t flirty.
He wasn’t trying to impress her.
He was just… generous.
The kind who remembered her favorite sauce.
The kind who made ordinary lunches feel special.
The kind who quietly broke his own rules.
And she felt something she didn’t expect:
A soft, unexpected kilig — the kind served warm with extra chili sauce.
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⭐ “The Last Siomai Rule”
Category: Siomai King • Suite & Stories
Ella Navarro firmly believed that every friendship needed rules.
Not complicated rules.
Just enough to keep things organized.
Her friendship with Adrian Lim had exactly one.
Whoever finished the last siomai had to buy the next meal.
Simple.
Fair.
Effective.
For nearly a year, the rule had survived.
Every Friday after work, they met at the same Siomai King branch.
Same table.
Same order.
Same argument about who got the last piece.
It became part of their routine.
And somehow…
Part of her week.
Ella looked forward to Fridays more than she wanted to admit.
Not because of the siomai.
At least that’s what she told herself.
The truth was more complicated.
Her weeks were usually packed with:
- Stories & Writing projects
- Education content
- Digital Products
- Boss Suite updates
- AI Projects
- Community features
Friday was different.
Friday meant no deadlines.
No meetings.
No productivity hacks.
Just siomai and Adrian.
Unfortunately.
Because Adrian had become increasingly difficult to ignore.
Not intentionally.
Just naturally.
Annoyingly naturally.
This Friday was no different.
Ella sat down across from him.
Adrian was already there.
Of course.
He was always early.
“You’re five minutes late.”
Ella rolled her eyes.
“You timed me?”
“I always time you.”
“That’s strange.”
“I know.”
His grin appeared.
That grin.
The one that made her suspicious.
And slightly nervous.
Mostly suspicious.
Their order arrived.
Steaming.
Perfect.
Comfort food in a paper box.
Exactly as it should be.
They talked through lunch.
About work.
Life.
Bad movies.
Good books.
The usual.
Then suddenly…
They reached the last siomai.
The final piece sat between them.
The sacred piece.
The decision maker.
The reason the rule existed in the first place.
Ella pointed.
“Your turn.”
Adrian pointed back.
“Nope.”
“You had the last one last week.”
“You counted?”
“You count everything.”
“Fair.”
Silence.
The tiny piece of siomai sat between them.
Waiting.
Judging.
Important.
Finally Adrian picked it up.
Ella smiled.
Victory.
Then…
He placed it on her plate.
She blinked.
“What are you doing?”
“Eating is important.”
“You just broke the rule.”
“I know.”
Ella narrowed her eyes.
“You never break the rule.”
Adrian shrugged.
“There’s a first time for everything.”
Something felt strange.
Different.
Like there was a conversation happening underneath the conversation.
And she wasn’t sure she liked how aware she suddenly became.
“Adrian.”
“Hm?”
“Why?”
For the first time all afternoon…
He looked nervous.
Just slightly.
Just enough.
Her heart immediately noticed.
Dangerous.
Very dangerous.
Adrian looked at the last siomai.
Then looked at her.
Then smiled softly.
The warm kind.
The honest kind.
The terrifying kind.
“Because I know it’s your favorite.”
Ella forgot how to breathe.
Only for a second.
Maybe two.
Enough.
Enough to notice.
Enough to remember.
Enough to understand.
Because suddenly this wasn’t about siomai anymore.
It hadn’t been for a while.
Maybe months.
Maybe longer.
She just hadn’t admitted it yet.
“You know that’s ridiculous, right?”
Adrian laughed.
“Probably.”
“It’s one piece of siomai.”
“I know.”
“You look like you’re delivering a speech.”
“I kind of am.”
Her heart immediately became uncooperative.
Fantastic.
Just fantastic.
Adrian sat back.
Running a hand through his hair.
Clearly trying to find the right words.
Ella watched him.
Waiting.
Curious.
Terrified.
“Do you know why I always came early?”
She frowned.
“Because you’re obsessively punctual.”
“Partly.”
“Partly?”
His smile appeared again.
Smaller this time.
More vulnerable.
“I liked seeing you walk in.”
Oh.
Oh no.
That was worse.
Much worse.
Because it was simple.
And honest.
And completely unfair.
The restaurant suddenly felt too warm.
Too bright.
Too noticeable.
Adrian continued.
“And I know your favorite sauce.”
Ella looked down immediately.
Because he did.
Of course he did.
Extra chili.
Always.
Without fail.
“I know.”
“I know which days were stressful.”
Her chest tightened.
“Adrian…”
“I know when you’re pretending you’re fine.”
Dangerous.
Entirely dangerous.
The softest moments always were.
A long silence followed.
Comfortable.
But different.
Something had shifted.
Something important.
Finally Ella laughed.
Softly.
Helplessly.
“You picked the last siomai for your confession?”
Adrian covered his face.
“You weren’t supposed to notice that.”
She laughed harder.
The real kind.
The happy kind.
The kind that made his shoulders relax instantly.
“That’s honestly very on brand for you.”
“Thank you?”
“That wasn’t a compliment.”
“It sounded like one.”
Maybe it was.
A little.
Adrian smiled.
Ella smiled back.
And somehow the world felt easier.
Lighter.
Like a story finally reaching the chapter it was supposed to.
She looked at the last siomai.
Still sitting on her plate.
Waiting.
Then slowly pushed it in half.
One piece for her.
One piece for him.
Adrian laughed.
“The rule doesn’t cover this.”
“It does now.”
He shook his head.
Smiling.
The warm kind.
The favorite kind.
The kind she suddenly hoped she’d see every Friday.
For a very long time.
Sometimes love doesn’t begin with grand gestures.
Sometimes it begins with small things.
A shared table.
A favorite sauce.
A weekly tradition.
And someone willing to give you the last piece.
A one-shot moment — gentle, warm, kilig —
just like Siomai King. 🥟💛
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